"Uncle, did Mr. Yoshizawa call you here?" Conan came behind Miwako Sato and Wataru Takagi and asked pretending to be ignorant, "He said he would take the share of money that should be allocated to him and go to the place where the children are detained. Come on, right?”
"Ah?" Takagi Wataru and Sato Miwako turned to look at Conan in surprise.
Before, Chi Feichi just said, "Come here and crouch for the real murderer." Yes, that's it. Not one word too much, not one word too little. They really didn't know what happened to Guan Jizezheng, and whether Jizezheng had already been killed. ?
"Only the kidnapper and I should know about this place," Conan stared at Kitayama Goro and continued, "Since you know, you are the kidnapper's accomplice."
"You, how can you say that!" Kitayama Goro hurriedly denied.
"Yes," Miwako Sato said, "Mr. Kitayama knows Mr. Kataoka's mobile phone number, the location of the instruction transmitter, and the time Xiaojun is discharged from the hospital. As the driver, he also has the opportunity to get the information that Miss Esaki accidentally dropped in the car. earrings..."
Conan took this opportunity to secretly look at the car driven by Kitayama Goro.
Kitayama Goro forced out a smile, scratched his head and said, "Don't make random guesses!"
"Ah..." Conan lay in front of the trunk of the car and looked at the trunk he opened, "What's in this bag?"
Chi Feichi: "..."
He just watched Conan act cute quietly.
Takagi Sheba immediately stepped forward.
"Officer Takagi, hurry up and take a look," Conan unzipped the bag in the trunk and turned around to continue being cute, "There's a lot of cash in this bag!"
Chi Feichi stared at Conan's head.
The package he hammered just now has disappeared. Why does he suddenly want to hammer another one?
"Mr. Kitayama," Miwako Sato said seriously to Goro Kitayama, "I have something to ask you. Please come with me to the office."
Goro Kitayama's face was uncertain, and he suddenly pushed Miwako Sato next to him to the ground, took out a wrench from his arms, and ran towards Takagi Wataru who turned around, "Damn it!"
Conan was startled, and then saw that Chi Feichi had moved, and silently backed away.
Before Kitayama Goro could reach Takagi Sheba, he was held down by the back of the neck by Chi Feichi who was catching up.
"Bang!"
Kitayama Goro's face came into close contact with the roof of the car, and a white hand pressed on the back of his neck. His body pressed against the car body stiffened, then softened quickly, and the wrench in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. .
Chi Fei Chi let go and let Kitayama Goro slide along the car to the ground, looking at Takagi Wataru who was stunned.
It's settled, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and put on the handcuffs.
Gao Mushe still stood blankly, thoughts racing in his mind.
Should he try to subdue the prisoner with one hand next time? It feels very handsome.
Better wear something black again?
It seems that he needs to move faster, aim more accurately, and have stronger hands. He...
If the brain can do it, the eyes can do it, and the hands and feet should also do it.
Conan looked at Kitayama Goro who had a big bump on his head and collapsed on the ground, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Chi Feichi had been moving his feet a while ago. It had been a long time since he had seen a prisoner being held down by his neck. At first glance, he felt a bit nostalgic that shouldn't have happened.
Sato Miwako stood up, took out the handcuffs, and cuffed Kitayama Goro's hands.
Takagi Wataru came back to his senses and stepped forward quickly, "Officer Sato, are you okay?"
Conan also walked to Chi Feichi and teased, "Are you comfortable?"
He suspected that Chi Feichi had just hit him on the head because he hadn't hit a criminal for a long time and his hands were itchy.
Chi Feichi looked at the top of Conan's head and did not answer Conan's teasing.
It's really comfortable, so I won't blame the famous detective.
…
More than twenty minutes later, Goro Kitayama was escorted to the Metropolitan Police Department.
Chi Feichi took two little gangsters for a ride, took Jun Kataoka over, and delivered them to Shigeru Kataoka.
Mumu Shisan asked Chi Feichi to find out the situation, "Brother Chi, what's going on?"
"Check the origin of Bee Delivery's stickers, check the printing factory, and confirm that Mr. Kitayama used to work in the printing factory," Chi Feichi said, "Pretend that Yoshizawa is calling him and asking him to send the money to the prison where children are detained. place."
Mu Mu Shisan smoothed over the process and the key points.
"I don't have time to take notes." Chi Feichi added.
Mu Mu Thirteen choked and looked at Conan.
Conan: "..."
Got it, the record fell on him again.
"Ahem," Mumu Shisan coughed dryly and looked away. Ban Yue glanced at Chi Feichi, "But brother Chi, just inform the police to investigate next time. It is very dangerous to bring children with you."
If he hadn't met Chi Feichi, the children in the Junior Detective Corps were quite active, he would have suspected that those children were led wild by Chi Feichi.
Look, there's another Jun Kataoka today.
On the side, Sachiko Ezaki knelt down and looked at Jun Kataoka, "Jun Kataoka followed the investigation. It's very impressive."
Kataoka Jun looked down at the floor and lowered his voice, "Your suspicion has been cleared. Will the fashion show still be held?"
Sachiko Esaki was stunned for a moment, looked at Shigeru Kataoka standing aside, and explained, "I informed them that it has been postponed until tomorrow."
"Then you have to cheer up," Jun Kataoka mustered up the courage to raise his head and look directly at Sachiko Esaki, "I will also go cheer for you tomorrow...Mom."
Sachiko Esaki was stunned, hugged Jun Kataoka, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Thank you, Jun-chan."
Conan looked at it with an aunt's smile on his face, and by the way, he gave Chi Feichi a good guy card in his heart.
Did Chi Feichi do this on purpose?
First, let Kataoka Jun understand that it is not strange to reject her stepmother. She is not alone, this is normal. Let Kataoka Jun calmly think about Ms. Esaki, recognize her innermost thoughts, and express her concerns. Let's solve it again... His little friend is really awesome and very warm.
…
Shibuya area.
There is a small shop located in a narrow alley, and the display board at the door is filled with various tattoo pictures.
At the entrance of the store, a slightly plump woman sent two young men out. There were already a lot of silver threads in her high-topped hair. On her somewhat round face, wrinkles and nasolabial folds appeared at the corners of her eyes due to her smile. "Please walk slowly," she said. Happy new life!”
"Thank you!" The two young men turned around and bowed to the woman before walking towards the end of the alley.
The woman turned back to the store and looked at the girl sitting on the chair in the corner.
The girl looked down at a math book. She had short shoulder-length hair, slanted bangs, a small face, delicate facial features, a focused expression, and a clean and neat black and white student uniform. She looked like A good student.
If his hair hadn't been dyed a bold red, if he hadn't come to her and stayed there for two days...
Urano Ayaka inadvertently looked up and found the woman staring at her. She put the book on the seat next to her and asked with a smile, "Are you done?"
"I've said before, this is not a place for children to mess around. I only serve people who are new to violent groups." The woman's smile disappeared, her expression was stern, and her voice had a trace of vicissitudes, "You are not an adult yet. No violent group will accept you. If your parents are members of a certain group, you can get a tattoo, but it is up to them to come to me for an appointment."
"But I just want to tattoo a small butterfly, as big as this..." Ayaka Urano stretched out the fingers of her right hand and drew a circle the size of a plate in the air, still looking at the woman with a smile.
Takayama Otome, 56 years old, is the illegitimate daughter of the third generation of the Kyokudōkai. She learned traditional tattoo techniques from members of the group. For five years after the third generation abdicated, she served as a master of traditional tattoo techniques in the group, then quit and opened a tattoo shop. , providing tattoo services to members of violent groups, and occasionally assisting with tattoos at new member initiation ceremonies...
This was the email Lark sent her the night before.
The night before yesterday, she received a phone call with an unfamiliar voice and an unfamiliar number, asking her to remember 7 numbers. After that, she received an email from Lark, asking her to find a computer to log in to her email. When she logged in to her email on the computer, she Received Lark's email.
The email requires a password to open. If you don't enter the password for ten seconds, the mailbox will be automatically cleared. She thought of the previous phone call, tried to enter the seven numbers, and opened the email.
In the email, there were records of Otome Takayama's experience, income, residential address, store address, personality, habits, interpersonal relationships and other information. In addition, there was also a plan that Lark asked her to implement.
She had plenty of time to spend during the holidays these days, so starting from yesterday, she came to Takayama Otome's tattoo shop and asked for a tattoo. Takayama Otome didn't agree, so she sat there all day, and came here again early this morning. to evening.
"If you think tattoos are interesting, you can go to a tattoo shop in the commercial street, as long as they are willing to tattoo children..." Takayama Otome turned around and put away the tattoo albums on the table, "They use tattoo machines there, and the tattoo speed will be faster. It's not that painful. I'm doing hand-carved tattoos. I'll use silk needles of different thicknesses dipped in tattoo pigments, and stick them into your flesh one by one. Not to mention the price, it will still hurt you for a long time. time."
"I'm not afraid," Ayaka Urumo said with a serious look, "I went to ask around. The patterns tattooed by tattoo machines may look good at first, but they will fade over time. The hand-carved ones may not be that good-looking at first. , but it will become more and more vivid.”
Takayama Otome was a little impatient, especially the other party's naive thoughts and attitude, which made her even more disgusted. After listening to the cleaning action in her hands, she turned and stared at Urano Ayaka, "Do you know that people with tattoos will face problems in Japan?" How many strange looks?"
Ayaka Urano looked at Otome Takayama's arms under her sleeves, and she could vaguely see the colors on her arms, "Like you?"
"That's right!" Takayama Otome retracted her hands and frowned, "When you are walking on the street, as long as you expose these things, you will attract strange eyes. Even if you don't reveal them intentionally, you will still be unable to go. Public baths will be blocked at the entrance to the hot springs, do you understand now?"
"Would it be possible for a tattoo the size of a plate to be blocked by the hot spring staff?" Ayaka Urano asked.
Takayama Otome choked, and seeing that there was no one in the shop, she sat down aside, "Large-area tattoos will cause a lot of trouble. As for the size you mentioned, I'm not sure. Japan generally only has members of violent groups. Only people can get tattoos, and tattoos are also regarded as 'bad'. Tattoos in violent groups are related to status. Everyone is pursuing more. I have seen many people with tattoos on their arms and backs. I have never seen people like you. The requirements, like I said, if young people are pursuing fun and trends, they shouldn’t come to me, and they shouldn’t even pursue such trends.”
